When Daddy Is Sleeping Novels & Stories

He growled. I cried and cried into the pillows until I had no tears left. The intense slapping of skin against skin, flesh against flesh was the most stimulating sound I had ever heard. “Who fucks you?” He demanded, and I was so stuck in the pillow, I could only murmur. “Daddy.” “Who?” This man dragged me upwards by my hair. It hurt like a bitch. “Daddy!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“I would love that too.” Reagan nodded seriously, his mouth was a little messy and oily due to the angle his father was feeding him from. “Mommy is always the one to put us to sleep. It’s daddy’s turn.” Tessa pursed her lips. Her green eyes briefly met Aaron’s cerulean blue ones and her heart skipped a beat from nowhere. She averted her gaze and looked at her daughter, saying, “Sure. But he will leave the moment you fall asleep.” “Yes! Daddy is putting us to s-l-e-e-p! Daddy is putting us to s-l-e-e-p!” Willa chirped in a singsong voice.

Falling asleep with his silk tie knotted softly around my throat like a claim. I shift carefully. Every muscle between my legs aches in the most delicious way, a reminder that last night actually happened. I am sore, sticky with dried cum and juice, and completely naked except for the tie still loosely looped around my neck. The arm tightens, pulling me back against a hard, naked chest. “Good morning, little one,” Daddy rumbles against my ear, voice rough with sleep. His cock is already half-hard against my ass. I whimper softly. “Morning, Daddy.”

“Where i-is d-daddy?" “Daddy isn't here.” Faye stopped herself from frowning, no, her mommy wouldn't like that. So, she just blinked again. “D-daddy sleep here l-last night w-with Fa-faye aa-and mommy!” Her mother smiled wider at her. “It was just a dream, Faye. You thought your daddy's with us but he's not. I say your dream quite frequently.” Faye's eyes widen again, slowly she said in a low whisper with surprise on her tone. “I do?"

As a result, his eyes suddenly turned cold. They quickened their pace and arrived at daddy’s bedroom. Jay had already sat up, but he did not feel too energetic at that moment. “Daddy, wake up!” Baby Robbie and Baby Zetty clambered up to their daddy’s bed, rolling all over it like balls in a ball house. Jenson sniffed around and caught a fading floral scent. He registered that smell in the air. “Daddy, did you sleep well last night?” asked Jenson.

I called out softly, my voice still husky from sleep and moaning. No answer. I smiled to myself, assuming he was making breakfast like he sometimes did on lazy Saturday mornings. I slipped out of bed completely naked, my perky 32B tits bouncing slightly as I padded downstairs toward the kitchen, my round ass swaying. The cool air made my nipples harden instantly. But when I stepped into the living room, I froze. Daddy was sitting in his big armchair like a king, wearing only a pair of loose gray sweatpants, his thick cock already half-hard and tenting the fabric. But he wasn’t alone.

"Are you my daddy?" ***

Charlotte's POV I thought I was dead. But when I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a bed I knew well. Rain was falling outside the window, a fire crackled in the hearth, and the air was filled with Layson's distinctive herbal scent. He was sitting next to the bed, his clothes rumpled and his chin covered in stubble. His bloodshot eyes made it clear he had been keeping watch over me for days. When he saw that I was awake, relief flickered across his face.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.